No, you said, I like to feel your lust.
Rain raked and rattled battened doors;
dawn sought the scattered clothes
and nosed them half to life; it kissed your
lidded eyes, your limbs; it stirred the dark
between us. Here, beloved, I'm this open
your breathless whispertake me, now.
So I twined my shadow round you, licked
your neck, your breast, let my wanting enter.
The roof beam shuddered with the storm.
A pair of shirts rose up and leaned
above us. Listen, lover, listen to the wind.